Thief

And once I leave, you’ll notice something is missing.

You’ll wake up earlier than usual as the sun makes its way across the earth and pulls a string of your heart with it.

And when the moon follows suit,

when your heart has unraveled,

a longing will fill you to burst.

And I wish you that numbing moonlight.

I wish you the empty whispers of the dark.

I wish you the cold hand of the wind ushering you back to the house

after a fruitless search

for something I stole when I left.